"Your Majesty! Do you really want to surrender?" Murat's eyes widened. He couldn't believe this was true.

He thought that Napoleon would fight to the end and become a martyr of France.

But he didn't expect that the person he admired the most would actually surrender.

"Yes! I want to surrender, I want to surrender to the Germans, to the Ming people, to the Russians.

Surrender to every country that declares war on France, and everything in France will be at their mercy.

This is a carnival on the French, and everyone will take a piece of our flesh and blood.

Perhaps after experiencing such hardships, we in France will be reborn and become a new empire." Napoleon sat on the carpet, then lost his center of gravity and lay there.

In his arms, the wine bottle he was holding spilled. The wine spilled all over Napoleon, but Napoleon didn't care.

He was still drinking, taking big gulps. The whiskey flowed freely from the corners of his mouth, almost choking him to death as if washing his face.

"Ahem, cough, cough...! Salute...France, salute, my most proud Paris.

The capital of Europe!

Cough cough cough...!" The bursts of heartbreaking coughing made Napoleon almost cough out his lungs.

"Your Majesty, don't do this, don't torture yourself like this.

Our South America, we go to South America and continue our France.

There are sufficient resources there, and we will develop quickly. I have received a call from there, Rio de Janeiro is very good. It’s just a little hot in the summer!

Your Majesty, look at me. I am Murat, your most loyal servant, your bravest marshal.

Your Majesty, look at me! Look at me!

I can't let you surrender, I can't watch you surrender.

Ney died, Francois died, Guy died, Alexander died.

Many of your marshals are dead, and Nedwood surrendered. He is a traitor to France, a traitor that all French people are ashamed of.

I don't want you to be like this, I don't want you!" Murat knelt down next to Napoleon and cried heartbreakingly.

"Hahaha! Traitor, who has everyone betrayed?

I was finished, and I couldn't go to South America. They wouldn't let me go, thinking that I had experienced a resurgence.

They're afraid I'll do it again!

After all, I am the Emperor of France, after all, I am still the leader of this country.

Keeping me alive is the biggest hidden danger.

I have met Li Xiao, I have met that vicious and vicious person. He will never let me live!

I might even die miserably, be hanged, or even beheaded like Louis XVI.

But I still decided to accept it all, because only in this way will they let France go and let the French people go.

Murat, leave quickly before the port is blocked. Take Yili Sanbai with you!

Today's meeting is the final farewell.

Murat, you are the best marshal. But you are not the best politician or leader. When you go to South America, you often discuss things with others.

Leclerc is a person who can do things, you have to trust him and use him.

He will govern Rio de Janeiro well, he has this talent." Napoleon touched Murat's face with his hands and wiped away the tears that were constantly flowing on his cheeks.

No one knew how he was feeling at this moment, but it must have been a bad feeling.

"Let's go together!" Murat said in a hoarse voice.

"Impossible, I can't leave. Ming Dynasty will not let me go, Deutschland will not let me go, no one will let me go.

Even if I arrive in South America, the Ming Dynasty's fleet will follow me. By then, we won't be able to stay in Rio de Janeiro any longer.

Where else can we go?

Go to the sky, to the moon?

Murat, you know that's impossible.

In order to leave a piece of pure land for my descendants, I must die! I must die!" Napoleon said, trying to stand up and throwing the empty wine bottle aside.

Staggeringly towards the door!

"Your Majesty! You can't, you are the pride of France, you are the idol of the French people. You are everything to France!" Murat roared in pain.

"No, the French will be better. And I will die for France!" Napoleon said without looking back as he staggered out.

"Your Majesty!" Murat struggled to stand up and took a few steps behind Napoleon.

Napoleon's body suddenly froze, and his facial features began to distort. His teeth clenched and he turned around to look at Murat in disbelief.

"You...! You...!"

"Your Majesty, even if you really want to die, you cannot die in such humiliation. You are the king of France, and a king must die in a king's way.

I would rather you die by a sword than die in such humiliation." Murat said as he drew out his dagger.

There was bright red blood on the dagger, like wine juice, flowing outwards along Napoleon's body.

One drop! One drop! On the scarlet carpet, the smell of blood quickly spread in the room.

"Your Majesty, you can go in peace. I will take your body to Rio de Janeiro and rebuild our France and our Kingdom of Heaven there."

Murat's dagger stabbed Napoleon's body again!
Chapter completed!